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I like it ….. fácil de leer 💕

So far so good.

als ik maar doorademde, en hij, vooral hij

A brief, but impactful book about grief which left me with a dark feeling. I wonder if everyone experiences unfathomable ideations about our own demise as often as I do

“i thought about all the love we have inside us and how only a shred of that reaches the people we care about”

“then I would know that my presence was no longer a given and it was all my fault — it wasn't fair to pretend I was something other than who I really was, to keep shapeshifting like some sort of Barbapapa. I'm either too much or too litle. I'm terrible at dispensing the right dose of myself.”

tegen de tranen vechten zo mooi

Vre, not the heavy single heavy tear 😥

I can’t wait to have this book break my heart. Loving how short the chapters are!

what do you mean you don't like Brazil >:(

auch

Ik heb het volgehouden tot de laatste bladzijde maar toen moest ik toch echt huilen

Okay… I don’t know if it is the music that I listen to while reading this. But it makes it even more melancholic . And I do really like those little anecdotal chapters…

Nearly half the way trough and I have to say that I like how some of the chapters are so short, maybe half a page others 1-2 pages…. It kind of gives the feeling of a journal that someone put their thoughts down every now and then.

Okay, I like it. Even if its not the best book I have read so far and up until this point in the story, it is good. I don’t even mind that the spoken sentences are not in quotes…. I had my problems with this in other books.
And the story is very melancholy, but maybe thats just me…

Wow, okay that last part of this chapter kind of hit hard… it seems like parts of my thoughts were there in black and white…

Ik geniet van de vertelstem, maar kan me wel voorstellen dat deze als een trucje voelt als er een heel oeuvre in geschreven zou worden.

Ik vraag me van de droogheid van het fragment beiden verliefd worden op presentator Hans - en de connotatie die dat voor een Hollands kind dat uit ongeveer dezelfde periode stamt - af hoe dit vertaald is en met welke connotatie voor een Booker Prize.

Dankjewel, Uitgeverij Pluim, voor het gewonnen gesigneerde exemplaar..! 💝

having trouble connecting with the writing

Pause on page 94.

Hoezo is dit zo verdrietig en mooi xjes

“I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live either” this hit waayyyy too close to home. just several months ago i wrote this exact line in my journal

“—it wasn’t fair to pretend I was something other than who I really was, to keep shapeshifting like some sort of Barbapapa. I’m either too much or too little. I’m terrible at dispensing the right dose of myself.”

Currently reading a bit every time I'm in a bookshop.
V good so far

quick hors d’oeuvres before i start a little life :’)

Page 61:
“I’m losing my brother for real this time.”
“Contact is something you can’t force.”
“What can I do?”
“You can cry… it’s a grieving process.”

Page 58: “The first time he told me this, we’d only just met and he had yet to learn he was falling for a woman who was like that…”

Page 48: It was only once we were asked to sit on the couch…

I’m crying. This is exactly what happened to me and my brother when our mother left us. Exactly what happened… to have this in a book and have happened to someone else at a different part of their life, different age… it’s eye-opening.

Pant 47: “Freitod is the German word for suicide, a free death.”

Page 35: “I’m terrible at dispensing the right dose of myself.”